Standing barefoot on the dead soil, gazing at the blue
With the fantasy of wishing on a shooting story
But stars don\'t twinkle anymore
Clouds don\'t rumble anymore
Trees don\'t dance through cold breezes
Heavens don\'t grieve anymore
They are used to all the afflictions,
but I abnegate
I read a book \"A human that used to be\" it read
Birds used to fly it said and I believed
The world was once amiable but I doubt
But it will never go back, it finished
Some pseudonymous words it spelled, \"beauty, love and poetry\"
But even granny expounded it unbeknown.
Books don\'t quench the inquisitive, they intensify it
And I fell prey.
Humans are selfish a bard scribed
No they are just fearless another one condemned
But I don\'t have right to dissent, so I guard the quietude.
My mind eludes through different shades of greens and browns.
Amidst steel, I long for birds and a home that used to be.
And then I lose the train of thoughts coz after all I am nothing but steel.